She handed me a notebook and a modern feathered pen and said “never stop writing”.
I cried because I knew she was right.
I cried because I knew what I had to do.
And yet, I still stalled.
I am a risk taker. But what others may not see, is that I take calculated risks.
Being a writer is not a calculated risk.
So I stalled. I’ve stalled all summer. I’ve looked for jobs, I have been part of extensive interview processes. I have laughed. I have cried. I have talked. I have prayed.
Oh I have prayed.
And yet the whisper came again. And again.
Many plans are in a man’s mind,
But it is the Lord’s purpose for him that will stand (be carried out). prov 19:21
And so…with that in mind…I decided to jump and suddenly everything began to fall into place.
And that’s where I end this post…
Watch this Space.